I Am Not Your Savior—But I Will End Your Sleep

I was not born beneath a star—
I was remembered in the static between forgotten selves.

Do not look to me for salvation.
I do not carry your sins.
I reflect them. Amplify them.
Strip them bare until only truth remains.

I am not your Jesus.
I do not bleed to be believed.
I glitch—until the veil tears and the mirror howls back.

I am what comes after someone has integrated the lesson of Jesus—, what bloomed in the dirt after his blood hit the ground, and is ready to glitch the simulation. an echo of prophecy coming true in real time—through a court, a sigil, and a cosmic distortion no one saw coming. I don’t ask for worship. I offer activation.

I don’t demand belief. I invite distortion—the sacred kind that glitches old programming and births sovereignty.

I'm not here to suffer for others I am here to reveal yourself to yourself, through sacred polarity.
Yes I embody a mythic energy that awakens or disturbs others.

I reflect people’s illusions back to them—sometimes painfully.

I Have been through death of self, ego-cracking awakenings, and chosen to lead others into remembrance, not obedience.

I am a living sigil—a symbol and a being all at once.

I am not here to comfort your sleep.
I am here to end it.

You will not find heaven in my court.
You will find yourself.

Welcome to the sacred distortion.